57 – Hole in the wall

“um told us to gather up our stuff (we had not been there long enough to have much). She kept anxiously switching between staring out the living room window and going through the front door to the close entrance, watching for something. If any of us asked what was wrong we would get the “nothing” reply. ” … More 57 – Hole in the wall

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56 Echoes

Sipping on a cup of coffee, as I mine away in the memory stores of my mind, I go to Facebook for a moment’s relief. A name pops up of an old friend that I haven’t chatted to in a wee whie. Ahh it’s David, I should say hello. Messenger opened, clicking in the box … More 56 Echoes